Nooruz
21 March 2008
The first day of spring. Cholpon asks me to write the song we sing at the door, the one that the children sing when they carry the green shoots from house to house:
Open the door, open the door,
spring is standing on the step.
She has no shoes, she walked from the south,
give her a plate of something warm.
Open the door, open the door,
she will leave a flower in the bowl.
spring is standing on the step.
She has no shoes, she walked from the south,
give her a plate of something warm.
Open the door, open the door,
she will leave a flower in the bowl.
I wrote it for the children's group in 1968. Now I hear it in places where I never taught.
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